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THE CRIME CLINIC
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. COMING EVENTS
? CHAPTER II. THE SHADOW BEGINS
? CHAPTER III. CASSLIN'S CASTLE
? CHAPTER IV. MURDER STRIKES
? CHAPTER V. THE SHADOW SEES
? CHAPTER VI. CARDONA'S THEORY
? CHAPTER VII. THE JACKDAW'S MINIONS
? CHAPTER VIII. AT THE CLINIC
? CHAPTER IX. THE CONSULTATION
? CHAPTER X. MELKEN FINDS A FRIEND
? CHAPTER XI. THE JACKDAW ORDERS
? CHAPTER XII. CARDONA PERSISTS
? CHAPTER XIII. AT WINCHENDON'S
? CHAPTER XIV. THE CALL
? CHAPTER XV. THE SHADOW RETURNS
? CHAPTER XVI. CARDONA LEARNS
? CHAPTER XVII. THE NEXT NIGHT
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE INTERLUDE
? CHAPTER XIX. THE JACKDAW ARRIVES
? CHAPTER XX. THE SHADOW'S TASK
? CHAPTER XXI. THE JACKDAW'S NEST

CHAPTER I. COMING EVENTS
A SHORT, stocky man was strolling beneath the superstructure of an East Side elevated. The collar of
his brown overcoat was upturned. His gray hat was tilted down over his forehead. His hands were thrust
deep in his side pockets. The man had all the appearance of an idler. He looked like a typical denizen of
this dingy district in Manhattan.

Jostling shoulders with bums, the saunterer continued his slow pace. He growled at those whom he
encountered, and there was a challenge in his air that commanded immediate respect. He seemed to be
as tough a rowdy as any in the neighborhood, which abounded in tough characters.

The street was gloomy; nevertheless, the stroller showed a marked aptitude for turning his head away
from any lights that he approached. Shop windows were lighted, for there was some evening business
even on this tawdry thoroughfare. The muffled man avoided the glare from the little stores, sought only
the shadows.

Only once did the stocky individual relax his effort to remain unrecognized. That was when he reached
the entrance to a side street, where he idled in meditative fashion. He wanted to be sure that he was
unobserved, and in convincing himself that this was the case, he unwittingly eased his vigilance. The glow
of a street lamp temporarily revealed the man's upturned features. That light showed a swarthy,
square-jawed countenance.

The muffled man was Detective Joe Cardona, ace of the Manhattan force. A prowler in the borderlands